Dinner with an old friend and her family in Hobart last night, very enjoyable, even if I only sat there sucking on my Fortijuice (yum?) while everyone got stuck into a great looking Thai Salad. A drive up Mount Wellington made us both dream of running up (sea level to 1250 metres), or cycling when we have our mountain bikes – I know that I’d have no hope on my cluster and double chain rings.

At registration, ran into so many people that we didn’t leave for many hours. More Fortijuice, a packet of broth, and a gel for me, and half a kilo of penne with a mess of my homemade sauce made with the glut of tomatoes from my mothers garden for Rob. Thankfully not too early a start tomorrow for a change, although the swim will be frosty, and the 8 lap technical bike course (with 3 u‑turns and a steep climb each lap) will challenge my lack of cycling fitness. Here’s hoping that I will be able to last it to the run course which will be welcome.

To bed!